Chapter 5526

Refusing to be outdone, Flaxseed whisked a cluster of glowing talismans from his sleeve. Incantations hissed between his teeth. He snapped his wrist, and the charms burst into streaks of gold that tore across the air toward the unconscious captives.

The streaks struck flesh and detonated in halos of clean light, shredding every trace of black magic clinging to the prisoners’ spirits.

“Thank you, honored sir! You have saved our lives!” the newly awakened cultivators cried, dropping to their knees in frantic gratitude.

Flaxseed waved them off with exaggerated nonchalance. “Spare the thanks—run. In a minute, this place becomes a battlefield, and my friend’s wrath is something you don’t want splashing on you.”

They needed no second warning, scrambling from the main hall like deer sensing a wildfire at their backs.

A heavy cadence of footsteps rolled out from the rear chamber-measured and ominous, as though death itself had decided to walk the room.

From the shadows emerged a man draped in a gold-edged robe. His face was lean, eyes venomous-every inch the hidden serpent now baring its fangs. He was Drystan Hexford, master of the Sixth Hall.